Location: Deserts of Korriban just outside of Kor’ethyr
When: Late night a few hours before sunrise
Varins breath could be seen in the cold night air of the crimson planet. The chill brought a haunting reminder that this planet's history was just as cold. Wars waged, rituals partaken, killings. The wind could howl and you could almost hear the screams echo just behind the draft towards the expanse of sand and ruins. Ruins of homes, temples and gravesites. The desert sand was a sea of granulite dyed in the crimson aftermath of these wars and rituals. Tonight, another ritual would be held in another temple. As his first order by request the young sith’s personal mission was to invite the darkness further into the very Jedi temple he swore his oath to before his new master. Varin looked back towards the academy and the civilization surrounding it in the distance. The temple was not too far away from Kor’ethyr and that was perfect for him. A place to escape to for the silence he craved to further his training. A place he could actually let loose in without the constant eye over his shoulder and possible interruption from various students or even professors.
He let out a long relieving breath as he looked up the steps of the ruined Jedi temple. One step at a time he climbed, his footsteps echoed in its chambers. The soreness in his body radiated in a dull deep pain as the structure of his epicanthix nature began to slowly take form naturally, combining that with his time at the gym he was no longer some scrawny looking kid, he had started to grow into his own, though with the nature of his nagai physical nature he would always have a more lean body type. This gave him an excellent combination of strength with agility. It greatly affected his bladeskills causing him to instinctually excel in saber combat, but talent only gets so far, this new training ground he will soon have will allow him to test his limits and excel further and this thought brought a smile to Varins face.
He pulled up the collar of his jacket as he continued his climb, his sword hung loosely to his waist for more maneuverability. After what seemed a few minutes of his stair climb he finally reached the top. Yes it was a Jedi temple but he still could not help but marvel at its art, strong structure with a look of elegance. His steps echoed further into its chambers as he ventured deeper into its meditation chamber.
He gently settled onto his knees and placed his sword in front of him.
It’s perfect, a place where we can finally train boy. We can start in this room and slowly begin its corruption. But first, place it on the floor in the center.
Varin reached into his side bag and pulled out a sharpened section of metal from the hull of his ship, stained in old blood. He looked at it in his shaking hand and placed it in the center of the room. He then took his place back in his meditative position and removed his jacket and shirt. The cold traveled up his spine and the exposed flesh. Ignoring the discomfort Varin grabbed his sword and slid the blade along his chest allowing it to bleed and catching some of the flowing crimson in a small container he brought with him. To start the process of corrupting this temple further he had to introduce a more concentrated boost of darkside force into it. The best way he could do that would be to make a link from this temple to Ignati.
Varin dipped his finger into the container of blood and began to trace the sith runes around the small piece of metal he brought with him. He could feel the room grow colder as he began to whisper the ritualistic phrase to himself. A prayer, an offering of this space to Bogan himself. He once again took his place in the chamber and closed his eyes, breathing slowly as he forced his memories of his family and home back to the forefront of his mind, stirring up the rage and sorrow within. Smoke began to billow from his back before it lit with flame lighting up the room scaring off any small nocturnal creatures. Louder he began to chant as the smoke from his back traveled to the piece of hull. The metal began to melt and fuse itself to the temple's foundation. It molten metal bleeding into the cracks of the floor, spreading into the more unreachable spots. The chanting grew louder and it almost seemed as the shadows themselves coalesced into ghosts of those who had fallen, beckoned to join in the chorus. The flames shot from his back almost like a cloak itself wrapping around his body, his eyes burned with an inferno as he lost himself in his memories, almost as if the spirits of his family have possessed him and are leading him in this ritual.
The flame cloak began to take a new form, almost like wings as it unfurled from his back. His brands on his back burned and spread to his shoulders, small runic carvings burned into his flesh, above him the smoke billowed into a dark cloud adorned with eyes as fierce as the hells, burning like crimson stars in the night sky. The cloud began to take form, a lizard like body accompanied by powerful draconic legs and claws, wings unfurled as the head of Ignati formed on the shoulders of the cloud-like shape.
Ignati let out a deep growl, like the sound of heavy stones scraping together as he dove into the floor of the temple, infusing his essence with the piece of hull that now solidified into the floors of the temple.
Dawn began to approach as Varin took a deep breath and shot up from the temple floor. It would seem a few hours had passed since his ritual and he quickly looked around for any signs of success. Frustration began to build as his eyes failed to see evidence that the ritual took hold. Movement took his attention and his head shot in the direction that it came from.
Stepping from the shadows was a smokey silhouette of the draconic entity that lived in his body. It circled around Varin, almost slithering between statues and support columns.
Very well done Varin, but the ritual is still incomplete. We can work on that later when you are stronger. For now though, this will have to suffice.
“So you can now tether to this temple whenever we visit?” Varin gave Ignati a curious look at the smokey figure.
Ignati approached closer to the young sith and inhaled his scent.
Yes, that part of the ritual was completed. Though sloppy, it was still enough. Soon we can claim this temple for your studies and training. It will take time however, this is a good start.
Varin growled to himself in frustration.
“I need this as soon as possible Ignati.”
You will watch your tone with me boy! The figure towered over Varin like a predator over prey.
You forget your place in OUR pact, and until you are strong enough then you will remain in your place. Am I clear?
The young sith glared at the creature, no fear in his eyes, but he wasn’t foolish. It wasn’t smart to anger such a being, and he was certainly not ready for its consequences, not yet at least.
“Very well, Ignati. What is the next step then?”
Return to your classes boy, you need to rest after last night.
Varin glared at the creature as he grabbed his shirt and flung his jacket back over his shoulder.
“Very well.”
The young sith glanced at the meditation chamber, the light itself seemed dimmer, the air slightly colder. Concentrating for a moment he could feel a dark seed in the foundation of the temple. It will take some time, but eventually he will have this temple. He smirked to himself as he made his way back down the stairs as morning began to take hold. He could see the gates to Kor’ethyr ahead of him and he could hear the morning bustle of citizens just beyond the wall as he made his way back.
When: Late night a few hours before sunrise
Varins breath could be seen in the cold night air of the crimson planet. The chill brought a haunting reminder that this planet's history was just as cold. Wars waged, rituals partaken, killings. The wind could howl and you could almost hear the screams echo just behind the draft towards the expanse of sand and ruins. Ruins of homes, temples and gravesites. The desert sand was a sea of granulite dyed in the crimson aftermath of these wars and rituals. Tonight, another ritual would be held in another temple. As his first order by request the young sith’s personal mission was to invite the darkness further into the very Jedi temple he swore his oath to before his new master. Varin looked back towards the academy and the civilization surrounding it in the distance. The temple was not too far away from Kor’ethyr and that was perfect for him. A place to escape to for the silence he craved to further his training. A place he could actually let loose in without the constant eye over his shoulder and possible interruption from various students or even professors.
He let out a long relieving breath as he looked up the steps of the ruined Jedi temple. One step at a time he climbed, his footsteps echoed in its chambers. The soreness in his body radiated in a dull deep pain as the structure of his epicanthix nature began to slowly take form naturally, combining that with his time at the gym he was no longer some scrawny looking kid, he had started to grow into his own, though with the nature of his nagai physical nature he would always have a more lean body type. This gave him an excellent combination of strength with agility. It greatly affected his bladeskills causing him to instinctually excel in saber combat, but talent only gets so far, this new training ground he will soon have will allow him to test his limits and excel further and this thought brought a smile to Varins face.
He pulled up the collar of his jacket as he continued his climb, his sword hung loosely to his waist for more maneuverability. After what seemed a few minutes of his stair climb he finally reached the top. Yes it was a Jedi temple but he still could not help but marvel at its art, strong structure with a look of elegance. His steps echoed further into its chambers as he ventured deeper into its meditation chamber.
He gently settled onto his knees and placed his sword in front of him.
It’s perfect, a place where we can finally train boy. We can start in this room and slowly begin its corruption. But first, place it on the floor in the center.
Varin reached into his side bag and pulled out a sharpened section of metal from the hull of his ship, stained in old blood. He looked at it in his shaking hand and placed it in the center of the room. He then took his place back in his meditative position and removed his jacket and shirt. The cold traveled up his spine and the exposed flesh. Ignoring the discomfort Varin grabbed his sword and slid the blade along his chest allowing it to bleed and catching some of the flowing crimson in a small container he brought with him. To start the process of corrupting this temple further he had to introduce a more concentrated boost of darkside force into it. The best way he could do that would be to make a link from this temple to Ignati.
Varin dipped his finger into the container of blood and began to trace the sith runes around the small piece of metal he brought with him. He could feel the room grow colder as he began to whisper the ritualistic phrase to himself. A prayer, an offering of this space to Bogan himself. He once again took his place in the chamber and closed his eyes, breathing slowly as he forced his memories of his family and home back to the forefront of his mind, stirring up the rage and sorrow within. Smoke began to billow from his back before it lit with flame lighting up the room scaring off any small nocturnal creatures. Louder he began to chant as the smoke from his back traveled to the piece of hull. The metal began to melt and fuse itself to the temple's foundation. It molten metal bleeding into the cracks of the floor, spreading into the more unreachable spots. The chanting grew louder and it almost seemed as the shadows themselves coalesced into ghosts of those who had fallen, beckoned to join in the chorus. The flames shot from his back almost like a cloak itself wrapping around his body, his eyes burned with an inferno as he lost himself in his memories, almost as if the spirits of his family have possessed him and are leading him in this ritual.
The flame cloak began to take a new form, almost like wings as it unfurled from his back. His brands on his back burned and spread to his shoulders, small runic carvings burned into his flesh, above him the smoke billowed into a dark cloud adorned with eyes as fierce as the hells, burning like crimson stars in the night sky. The cloud began to take form, a lizard like body accompanied by powerful draconic legs and claws, wings unfurled as the head of Ignati formed on the shoulders of the cloud-like shape.
Ignati let out a deep growl, like the sound of heavy stones scraping together as he dove into the floor of the temple, infusing his essence with the piece of hull that now solidified into the floors of the temple.
Dawn began to approach as Varin took a deep breath and shot up from the temple floor. It would seem a few hours had passed since his ritual and he quickly looked around for any signs of success. Frustration began to build as his eyes failed to see evidence that the ritual took hold. Movement took his attention and his head shot in the direction that it came from.
Stepping from the shadows was a smokey silhouette of the draconic entity that lived in his body. It circled around Varin, almost slithering between statues and support columns.
Very well done Varin, but the ritual is still incomplete. We can work on that later when you are stronger. For now though, this will have to suffice.
“So you can now tether to this temple whenever we visit?” Varin gave Ignati a curious look at the smokey figure.
Ignati approached closer to the young sith and inhaled his scent.
Yes, that part of the ritual was completed. Though sloppy, it was still enough. Soon we can claim this temple for your studies and training. It will take time however, this is a good start.
Varin growled to himself in frustration.
“I need this as soon as possible Ignati.”
You will watch your tone with me boy! The figure towered over Varin like a predator over prey.
You forget your place in OUR pact, and until you are strong enough then you will remain in your place. Am I clear?
The young sith glared at the creature, no fear in his eyes, but he wasn’t foolish. It wasn’t smart to anger such a being, and he was certainly not ready for its consequences, not yet at least.
“Very well, Ignati. What is the next step then?”
Return to your classes boy, you need to rest after last night.
Varin glared at the creature as he grabbed his shirt and flung his jacket back over his shoulder.
“Very well.”
The young sith glanced at the meditation chamber, the light itself seemed dimmer, the air slightly colder. Concentrating for a moment he could feel a dark seed in the foundation of the temple. It will take some time, but eventually he will have this temple. He smirked to himself as he made his way back down the stairs as morning began to take hold. He could see the gates to Kor’ethyr ahead of him and he could hear the morning bustle of citizens just beyond the wall as he made his way back.
